Hobkin's very good about running to his area to be sick (which has a nice, linoleum floor, making it much easier to clean than carpet), but this was the first time he was considerate enough to do so right in his litter box! I praised him effusively and gave him a mint sandwich (Pepto Bismol on bread) to ease his tummy.
Hobkin is such a good boy. And he seems much better today.
Wrote a review for this week's Sci-Fiction story for Tangent, as well as a Scrybe Press synopsis for Nathan, a critique for Critters, and many belated thank you emails. Also did a rewrite pass on the slipstream story. It's garnered eighteen critiques so far. I'll give it another day for the final critiques to trickle in, then send it off to market.
Word count: 500 on the SF WIP.
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